Somewhere on a hollowed volcanic planet—
A tall, aging Naga strode through a narrow tunnel carved straight into black stone. Scales covered half his face, dull with age but unbroken, his slit pupils sharp with restrained fury. He moved fast despite his years, a bundle of papers clenched tightly in one hand.
At the end of the tunnel stood a reinforced door.
He didn't bother opening it.
The kick sent a shock through the corridor, the door slamming inward hard enough to make the stone walls tremble.
"How did you miss this?" he demanded, his voice cutting through the room as he hurled the bundle onto the table at its center.
Six figures were already gathered inside.
The papers slid across the surface and came to rest between them.
